I have seen the memory of the wind blowing the fallen leaves, and I have also thought about the arrogance of desire and the peaks, but I have never seen the difference between the same road. Obviously we all like to take the same road, but we just missed it. Why do we meet each other and become silent when we reach the edge? Maybe this is the feeling of sudden loss in regret. The decisiveness when you walk up to someone without saying anything may just be the love you know but can't get. This feeling of leaving nothing in the sky allows you to encounter many accidents. Our story suddenly burst into brilliant fireworks, a bit unexpected, but I understand that this is the beauty of imperfection. There are no obvious pre-made dishes, but there will also be different favorites, because I know everything you know.
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